AU. Possible OOC. I messed with the time measurements for myself.
TIME MEASUREMENTS:
Astrosecond: .5 seconds
Nano-klik: 1 second
Klik: 1 minute
Breem: 8 minutes
Cycle: 24 hours (one day)
Deca-cycle: 4 weeks (one month)
Mega-cycle: 96 hours (four days)
Meta-cycle: 12 months (one year)
Stellar Cycle: 6 months
Vorn: 83 years
Mega-vorn: 83,000 years (1000 vorns)
60 mega-vorns: 4,980,000years
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Sunstreaker was out on the road driving, stretching his wheels, and contemplating where the Cybertronians had ended up.
Earth was a study of contrasts.
He hated how disgusting this organic planet made him feel. Dust and dirt and all sorts of things floated through the air so that no matter how many times he cleaned himself, or how often he polished his frame, it stuck to his him and got into every possible crevice. He hated that the humans expelled oils and sweat wherever they went, and that most of them had the nasty habit of touching his alt form and smearing the oil and dirt all over him.
Sunstreaker hated it.
But the artist in him…that part could admit this planet was beautiful. He could look at the land around him, at the colors the rising and setting of this planets sun dyed the sky, at the shining of the ocean when the sun was just beginning to rise, the sky caught in the middle of a storm, and he could appreciate what he saw.
(He had quite a few paintings hanging on the walls, or stashed away, of different scenes on this planet)
For all that certain things about the Earth or humans disgusted him Sunstreaker was not blind to the beauty and goodness that existed as well.
He was…content. Not exactly happy, but somewhere close to it, and he thought he might one day reach a state where he could say he was happy eventually.
Sunstreaker paused.
What...what was that?
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Harry was not happy. He was panicky and sobbing, and everything seemed scary and Harry hated it. He was alone, surrounded by trees, in pain and had no idea what was going on. Not to mention that he couldn't sense the magic of the Earth anymore, while his own was greatly diminished.
He'd always been very good at that- at sensing and communicating with the Magic of the Earth, and his own. The fact that his own magic was so dim when compared to what he normally had- everything that was left of it being located where his heart would be in this body- and the Magic of the Earth seemingly gone…it was only making his absolute terror worse.
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Sunstreaker had never driven so fast in his entire life.
He could hear Sideswipe frantically trying to grab his attention through their Twin Bond, but he wasn't paying much attention to that. Once he had realized exactly what he had heard long dormant programing had woken with a vengeance and the single-minded desire to find the source had taken over his processor.
It was so bad in fact, that Sunstreaker's normally blue optics had blazed to white as his Gladiator Programing surfaced to work with his Battle Computer.
If he had calculated everything properly…the source should be right…there.
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Harry's sobbing cries worsened as the forest around him shook with the force of whatever or whoever was coming his way. He'd discovered in his panic that he was not quite capable of walking or really moving in his Animagus form when he tried to get up and get away. Instead he had fallen back to what he had done at the Dursleys' when he was incapable of escaping whatever new punishment would be dished out by his relatives- he curled up into the smallest ball he could manage in an effort to protect all his vital areas.
When the trees in front of him were ripped away, torn out of the earth around them, Harry flinched sharply a wail cutting off as he curled a little tighter. The forest fell silent as Harry waited for whatever was about to happen, but as moments passed and nothing was done, Harry opened his optics and slowly emerald optics lifted to see what had happened.
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One part of Sunstreaker's mind was running on his Gladiator Programing, ready to take out anything and everything that presented the slightest hint of a threat. The rest of him had narrowed down into tunnel vision as his spark seized with shocked wonder at the sight in front of him. He could feel as Sideswipe's inquiries after him became frantic and worried, but he could not pull his optics away from the miracle in front of him.
There had not been a sparkling in well over 60 mega-vorns.
It should not have been possible.
Sunstreaker heard the quiet sniffles and clicks of distress after a klick of staring, and he reacted even before he realized what he was planning to do.
He swept the sparkling up off the ground, pressing the little one close to his chassis over his spark and crooned low and deep and protective.
(Sunstreaker had no idea, but the moment the little sparkling looked up into his (still) white optics and crooned hesitantly back, while little servos gripped ahold of his armor the Gladiator Programing in him immediately assigned the sparkling as his to protect. He was lost to the little one even before he was aware he could be lost)